The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"hey-hey."

Looking at Randall who was rushing towards him, Gar Mozejie sneered and squinted slightly, then the evil light on his body skyrocketed, and accompanied by the sound of chanting in the air, a black orb appeared in one hand. , the other hand holds a golden snake-shaped long sword.

Randall pushed Gray Marrow to the limit, hurried all the way, and the snow lotus blade pointed directly at the opponent's head.

what-

With a roar, Gar Mozejie's figure soared, and then the black orb in his hand turned into a barrier to cover the whole body, and the snake sword in his hand also stabbed out.

He chose to fight head-on, just to know the limit of the secret weapon of the Eleventh Legion.

However, he underestimated the other party.

With the sound of glass shattering, the snow lotus blade easily broke through the layers of black barriers, and directly inserted into his armor under Gar Mozejie's surprised gaze.

"Well-"

The weapons of the two pierced into each other's bodies almost at the same time. Randall moved his footsteps. As long as he tried hard, he would pierce each other with confidence.

At this time, Gar Mozejie's blood seemed to be boiling, and the deadly influence of the gray marrow made him terrified. He realized that he was careless, and it was very likely that his life would be ruined.

But he had no way out, he could only do his best to stab the snake sword into the opponent's body.

At that moment, Randall's time fell into silence, all sounds were gone, his joints were as stiff as stones, and his blood was almost solidified. If the gray marrow in his body was normal, he might have killed the enemy in front of him. .

However, in reality there is no if.

Suddenly, the feeling of being torn behind him came, and Randall knew that it was the huge axe that pierced his armor from behind.

But he tried to draw his sword, and in the blood of the sky, he slashed at the neck of the retreating enemy.

Just need one more-

His arm was severed, but he felt no pain, and the man opposite seemed to be laughing, but Randall could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat now.

The snake sword stabbed again, piercing his other heart, and the battle axe behind him nearly slashed his vertebrae, and Randall staggered and eventually slipped in a pool of his own blood.

Randall, who fell to the ground, felt that everything was going dark.

Dust in the air began to settle on his armor, on his torn body, on his eyes through the shattered goggles.

His blood-stained eyes twitched one last time, but still refused to close.

Despite this, at this moment, he was unusually calm, and the pain caused by the gray marrow was gone. His memory was like a book that was being blown by the wind. When he met Soshyan, he became the captain of the chapter. Being elected as a company commander by everyone, becoming a private soldier, performing a recruit mission for the first time, difficult selection, blessings from family and parents, and playing with childhood friends on the hillside—

He originally thought that he could return to the throne without regrets, but now it seems that he is going to have some regrets after all.

There are many more words that were not said to Soshyan.

"Do not-"

Randall wanted to speak, but was blocked by a cloud of blood in his throat, and then raised his right arm with a severed wrist.

When his severed hand fell weakly in a pool of blood, his duty had been fulfilled—

"Don't Die... Army... Long... Live..."

Standing beside Randall, watching the opponent's hand fall weakly at last, Gar Mozejie sneered, bent down and pulled out his snake sword, then turned around and picked up the thoughtful sword from the pool of blood. Legion Relic.

"Snow Lotus Blade... Snow Lotus Blade... With you, what else do I need to worry about? What else do I need to be afraid of!

!

"

After a few wild laughter, Gar Mozejie coughed loudly, a little blood splashed from his lips, and then he looked at the pierced wound, which was still bleeding.

"Eleventh Legion, it seems that our eternal blood feud will continue."

At this moment, he suddenly noticed something glittering in Randall's blood, so he bent down and picked it up.

"This is-"

Looking at the silver solid in his hand, Gar Mozejie frowned. It looked like a solidified metal, but the texture was very soft, and it would deform with a slight squeeze.

Then he checked again and found that there were a lot of these tiny metal substances around, and it also condensed on Randall's wound.

"Is this the secret of the Eleventh Legion? They use this kind of thing to create a realm like the untouchable? Then what is this?"

Just as Gar Mozejie was contemplating, the Prince of Thorns came over, with a few more human faces in his hands.

"time to go."

Amon's voice brought Gar Mozejie back to his senses, he nodded, and then looked at Randall's body.

"Give me a minute."

After saying that, he slowly raised his hand, and then pressed down, a red pirate's mark appeared on Randall's chest, and a broken sword also nailed the opponent's body to the deck.

Then he waved again, and a clear line of High Goth smeared the floor of the bridge with Randall's blood.

[Soshyan, this is just the beginning]

In addition, before he left, he also ordered to destroy all the recording systems of the helmets of all the White Templars to prevent the opponent from recognizing them through the battle images, and also burned the floor with flames to prevent any traces from being missed, and even used witchcraft The technique destroys the brain of the deceased to prevent anyone from discovering something through memory retrieval.

Having done all this, they hurried to the flight deck, where Randall's Thunderhawk was parked.

At this time, the entire White Templar fleet did not know what happened. Just half an hour after Randall left the flagship, the alarm sound suddenly sounded on the communication channels of all the battleships.

It turned out that the unidentified fleet suddenly rushed out of the warp. They had a total of four battleships and went straight to the fleet of the White Sanctuary.

Although Randall was not there, the fourth company commander of the White Sanctuary responded immediately and ordered the fleet to change the formation, but to his surprise, the unidentified fleet did not even fire, but went straight to the transport fleet. Come.

Although they didn't know what they were going to do, the **** battleships still instinctively wanted to block each other, which caused their protection formation to become an attack formation, and even the queue of transport ships was chaotic.

At this moment, the Thunder Eagle that flew out of the Black Bee was completely unnoticed, because it was a friendly force in the IFF system, and even the battleship of the White Sanctuary didn't notice the difference for the first time, and some people even mistaken it Randall prepares to return to the flagship for command.

Only a few people found that Randall's communication was never connected, and several calls were not answered, but they were not sure what happened.

So taking advantage of this chaotic stall, Gar Mozejie and others who captured the Thunder Eagle of the White Sanctuary went straight out of the **** fleet. When the people of the White Sanctuary realized that something was wrong, they had already entered the protection of their own battleships. middle.

The captains of the White Templar who realized that the chapter leader had an accident felt that something was wrong, and did not even pursue the enemies, but hurried to the Black Bee. However, when they rushed to the bridge, they saw Everyone's heartbroken scene—

The captain of the White Templar, Randall Blanchard, was assassinated by the Red Pirates under the protection of his fleet!